Secrets held inside

He was burying his second body that day when his phone vibrated.

“Ruben, we found her, the one who saw you with Jake. My client has locked her in your room,” said the same old voice and the line went dead.

Ruben smiled to himself and dusted off his ragged pants. He roused from his knees and started heading back home. Blimey, it's not something you would call a home. It was just an old building in the hilltop. Opening the door, he found a twelve your old girl with short blonde hair sitting with her hands and mouth tied up. Yes, he knew looking at her will stop him from killing, so without hesitating he took his gun and closed his eyes. But before he could shoot, he heard something.  

“God, please save him, please...” she was praying. Why should she do that? Nobody has done this to him before. Putting down his gun, he cut the ropes that held her hands.

“Run,” he said and turned back but she came hugging him. 

“Daddy!” she cried and held him tight. She then showed him the locket she was wearing in her neck. It had the picture of him with Eva. Surprised, he looked at her. She had her mother’s eyes. Those beautiful black eyes.

“Emi, my darling! You - you are still alive!” he cried and kissed her. 

“I missed you too, daddy,” she smiled and wiped away his tears. Holding hands together they walked through the busy streets. He was a happy man again. After ten long years, he was seeing his daughter and couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He was thinking about leaving his job and starting a new life, when suddenly, a bullet hit him. He fell to the ground holding Emi’s hands and a group of twenty policemen circled him. 

“Daisy, my doll, here is your ice-cream!” said a heavy cop with sunglasses, patting the little girl’s head as she squeaked with joy.

“Emi?” asked Ruben as he started to cough up blood. No, it was not Emi, but Daisy. A rat to kill a rogue. She started having her ice-cream and ran away. 

“Ruben, my old mate!” said the cop, removing his glasses. There was a nasty scar in his left eye. In fact, there was no left eye. It was just a deep black hole.

“Tylor!” he said, gritting his teeth. His eyes were burning like lead. 

“Ah, you remember me! Thought I was dead?” he asked, holding his chin.

“You killed Eva! You killed my wife!” he screamed, spitting on the heavy man's face.

“Did I?” he asked and shot him on the left eye.

***

His mobile buzzed while driving the car.

“Tylor?” asked a voice.

“Dr. Joe? Yeah, it’s me. What’s the matter?” he asked, stopping the car.

“Well, I have something to tell you... you have killed the wrong person,” his voice trembled.

“What? Dr. Joe, are you serious?” Tylor gasped.

“Yeah, the person you killed... its - its not Ruben,” he stammered.

“Then who is he?” he shouted.

“It’s a she. It’s Eva.”